TITLE    : Supermarket Slut: Episode 2
STORYID  : supermarket-slut-episode-2_2002
SUMMARY  : This time, the stockboy is the lucky one.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-05-03
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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TAGS     : |none|


I can't believe how well it's going for me at the supermarket. I got the job as Store Manager a little over 3 months ago and I already want to fuck half of my staff. Fortunately for me, I'm already off to a good start. 



Evan and I have been flirting for about a month now, and tonight we did the inevitable! Now this kid Evan, a 19 year old, about 6 foot 2, brush cut, puppy dog eyes, smooth white skin, not a blemish on his boyish facial features. When I first started at the Supermarket, he kept catching me staring at him as he stocked shelves, leading to us eventually talking and becoming friends. His attraction to me was very evident, and although he tried to conceal it, I appreciated his boner that became apparent every time I touched him. I was not helping things either. When we were alone, I'd rub my hands over his chest during conversation, whisper things in his ear as I walked by him, and hugged him many times at the end of his shift. After about 3 and half weeks, it became routine spending at least half an hour making out at work, oblivious to my husband at home.



A few minutes ago I noticed him replenishing cookies in the desert department, and once he made his way to the back, I thought it might be fun to reward him for a job well done. He rolled his stroller to the back and saw me sitting at my desk. Evan came in, closed the door behind him and fingered for me to come to him. I did, and we embraced, kissing like high-school sweethearts, his big, soft hands caressing my body, squeezing my tits, gripping my ass. 



I was unbuttoning his shirt and sucking on his thick sweet neck, no doubt leaving a big hicky for his friends to see tomorrow. I whispered in his ear that I wanted him, and started kissing his smooth muscular chest, savouring the taste of his sweat. My hands were fumbling for his belt, and Evan breathed out a sigh of relief, tilting his head back with anticipation. I let his pants fall the floor, admiring how good Evan looked in front of me with this pants down to his ankles. I looked up at him and smiled. He looked down on me, caressed my face with this soft fingers and teased my lips with his thumb, which I licked, teasing him of the incredible blow job this kid was about to get. I licked my lips and slid down his stained white boxers after smelling his cock through them, and made him laugh, asking him if I could keep them as a souvenir. I had an ear-to-ear smile on my face, as his cock was everything my husband's wasn't&#x2014;thick, 8 inches, smooth and with a big sack of cum with it, hairless itself. 



I kissed his thighs and sniffed his balls, eventually sliding my tongue around his thick shaft, hearing him moan with satisfaction. I looked up at him with my lips around his fat mushroom head and winked, and he grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed my head down on his fat pole. I moaned, louder and louder, not really caring of someone walked in at this point. I watched us in the mirror behind us, his dick sliding in and out of my mouth, my hands gripping his tight ass, his body sweating. I loved the perfect rhythm we had going. I loved how he was whispering my name, smiling down at me, grunting, twitching, and sighing...until he had to cum. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and begged him to hold on, but he told me he couldn't, that he had to cum, that I was that damn good. 



So I did what any good girl did--I went back to work on his thick dick. I had never been so turned on by anyone else before, as this kid and his thick dick slid back and forth on my lips, leaving a dribble of pre-cum slide down the side of my lips. His hands grabbed the side of my head and he was thrusting himself in and out of my mouth, fucking it for all it was worth. He screamed my name and held my head down as he cum-flooded my mouth. I tried hard to swallow every drop, but it was too much and was leaking out of my mouth, much to his pleasure. He raised me to my feet, hugged me and got himself dressed. I told him to get back to work in case someone came in, and watched him smile and wink at me as he left the door. 



I was really starting to like this job. I didn't imagine bring home the bacon could ever be this hot!



<i>..Continued!</i>

